Quotes from Stephen Sondheim

I like to be in America!O.K. by me in America!Ev'rything free in AmericaFor a small fee in America!

Everything's Coming Up Roses

The concerts you enjoy together,Neighbors you annoy together,Children you destroy together,That keep marriage intact.

Isn't it rich?Are we a pair?Me here at last on the ground,You in mid-air.Send in the clowns.

In the Rodgers and Hammerstein generation, popular hits came out of shows and movies.

Swing your razor wide! Sweeney, hold it to the skies!

Children can only grow from something you love to something you lose.

There was a barber and his wife. And he was beautiful. A proper artist with a knife but they transported him for life. And he was beautiful

They all deserve to die. Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why. Because in all of the whole human race Mrs Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one they put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you. Now we all deserve to die Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us death will be a relief We all deserve to die.

The nice thing about doing a crossword puzzle is, you know there is a solution.

Let Pirelli's / Miracle Elixir / Activate your roots, sir... Keep it off your boots, sir- / Eats right through. Yes, get Pirelli's! / Use a bottle of it! / Ladies seem to love it... Flies do, too!

Having just the vision's no solution, everything depends on execution

Loving you is not a choice, It's who I am. Loving you is not a choice And not much reason to rejoice, But it gives me purpose Gives me voice to say to the world: This is why I live You are why I live. Loving you is why I do The things I do Loving you is not in my control. But loving you, I have a goal For what's left of my life... I would live, And I would die for you.

How many times do you get to be 35? Eleven

Writing is a form of mischief.

It's your father's fault that the curse got placed and the place got cursed in the first place.

I was watching him crawl, Back over the wall-! Then bang! Crash! And the lightning flash! And- well, that's another story, Never mind- Anyway...

A folktale without a moral is merely a whimsy.

They hear drums, we hear music.

Unless the object of the singer's affection is a vampire, surely what Hart means is unphotogenic. Only vampires are unphotographable, but affectionate '-enic' rhymes are hard to come by.

Because in all of the whole human race Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one staying put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you. No, we all deserve to die Even you, Mrs Lovett, even I! Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief For the rest of us death will be a relief

Some of us don't like the way you've been telling it.

You taught me about concentration. At first I thought that meant just being still, but I was to understand it meant much more. You meant to tell me to be where I was, not some place in the past or future. I worried too much about tomorrow.

Somebody, crowd me with love. Somebody, force me to care. Somebody, make me come through, I'll always be there, as frightened as you, to help us survive being alive!